A Dash of Chili Powder

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[Ah, black Kakashi-sensei. Oh my god that's extremely funny. XD]

Kazuki was frustrated with his disability. No sight. No sight means you can't see things. Being unable to see things meant being unable to create an accurate picture in his head. And THAT means his imagination sucks. 

There was only one thing that could allow him to kind of see was that Wind Element crap he was brought up with. But that only let him see so much (shapes and shades) but all of it was blurry. Very, very blurry. He hated that. His father somehow sent a blade of air to his face and that absolutely ruined his right eye.

Bam. Already half blind. 

He had half a mind to touch his scar, feeling a slight sting there. But he didn't. He frowned, looking in the direction of the big guy that was with Ami-san. This tall kid was why he felt so helpless and frustrated.

"Kid, please stop with the waves of frustration and disappointment in yourself. Screwin' up my happy vibe."

Yuki yelped and held Kiba tighter at the sudden high-pitched yell from the door. Kiba seemed to have known about the intruder but he only returned his mate's hug, chuckling softly in her ear.

He slowly let go of her and turned around, flinching a a slight pain worked its way up his leg. "Oi! You ruined our moment," he snapped, hopping up onto the bed. His leg was really bothering him.

Gracie

Rage looked up at the brown haired teen in surprise, then quickly looked away. His unconscious way of saying sorry. Even though this teen couldn't possibly see that he was.

So this guy sensed emotions...? Really, is he a ninja or what?

He sighed heavily as if dispelling his frustration at his disability. He tried to think of other things instead so his...aura...wouldn't aggravate the cashier.

If Rage thought about it, this blind guy reminded him of Scythe. Not as tall, and lord knows much less calculating, but his amiable nature and easy grin were an awful lot like Rage's number one role model. He hooked onto the happy times he'd spent with Scythe as the blind teen finished checking the items.

"WE FOUND ONE~!"

Rage was literally thrown to the floor in panic at the exclamation coming from the communicator on his neck. The one he once again forgot he had. He dragged himself up using his elbow on the counter, a sweat drop on the back of his head, heart still thudding with alarm.

Scythe continued excitedly, "Rage-kun, finish up your shopping quick - this place is really great! Awaji's taking a nap in one of the rooms now. One of them. There're three bedrooms in here! And the kitchen is HUGE. Everything's so spacious and comfortable. You've got to get home and try it. Now."

"..." Rage rubbed his face as he finally calmed down, frowning at the communicator as if it were at fault.

"Ah, wait, you're with Amaya-san, aren't you?" Scythe suddenly asked, remembering. "Hahaha, I've never seen you take to a girl so fast." The slightest pink overcame Rage's face. "Hope she wasn't there to hear that." An eyebrow twitch. "Well, I'll let you get back to it. Come home soon, 'kay?"

Rage blew a sigh and scrubbed his hand through his crew-cutted black hair. He pulled out his money, hoping the blind teen could tell that he was SO sorry for that really silly outburst and that he had not planned for that to happen.

[Oh, poor Rage. Scythe has such poor timing. XD]

Kugomi squinted at the feral-looking boy. "What does that even mean?" She yelped when a light fist bonked her in the back of her head.

Vell looked down at her with a frown. "It means you're a nuisance, ookami gaki."

"But how can she be yer niece if she don't look anythin' like ya?" Kugomi demanded. She'd expected a sour-looking girl with long silver hair and cute kitty ears sticking out from the tufts. But the bewildered, purple haired girl before her was nothing like that. Kugomi tilted her head at the girl. "ARE you the teme's niece?" Another smack to the head. "Quit it! D<"

"No. Now come on, they're having a 'moment'," Vell ordered, grabbing the shoulder of Kugomi's shirt and hauling her out.